Writing is hard.
I am learning this as I once again attempt to take the stories and ideas that swirl constantly in my head and wrangle them down on paper into a coherent plot. It’s hard. I am 10,000 words off my goal, but I’m enjoying the challenge and the process.
It also doesn’t help that it is dark early and by 6:30 I am yawning and ready to crawl into bed. Day light savings makes me feel like I am 90 years old.
But today is Sunday and I spent it writing with a friend and curled up on the couch under a pile of dogs reading Amy Poehler’s new book and it felt good. This is how all Sundays should be.